{"id":1423,"date":"2010-08-16T22:42:00","date_gmt":"2010-08-16T20:42:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/2010\/08\/16\/imphonie-a-quatre-temps\/"},"modified":"2010-08-16T22:42:00","modified_gmt":"2010-08-16T20:42:00","slug":"imphonie-a-quatre-temps","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2010\/08\/16\/imphonie-a-quatre-temps\/","title":{"rendered":"Imphonie* \u00e0 quatre temps"},"content":{"rendered":"

Pour un peu de sel bleu,<\/span><\/em>
\n Laisse-moi te conter<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Les l\u00e8vres enscell\u00e9es<\/span><\/em>
\n Par le d\u00e9go\u00fbt des ans,<\/span><\/em>
\n Le myocarde ancrant<\/span><\/em>
\n Ma gorge ensanglant\u00e9e,<\/span><\/em>
\n Je go\u00fbte encore l\u2019eau<\/span><\/em>
\n Qui souillent ces fontaines,<\/span><\/em>
\n Cueillant avec leurs faux<\/span><\/em>
\n Les roses bleues verveine<\/span><\/em>
\n De ma voix sans reflet.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

J\u2019ai pass\u00e9 tant d\u2019ann\u00e9es<\/span><\/em>
\n A reluquer les blanches,<\/span><\/em>
\n A ramasser les croches<\/span><\/em>
\n Sur des pianos us\u00e9s<\/span><\/em>
\n Comme un h\u00e8re \u00e0 la manche,<\/span><\/em>
\n A offrir mes partoches<\/span><\/em>
\n Aux lits des effac\u00e9s.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Mes doigts se sont plant\u00e9s<\/span><\/em>
\n Dans la paume des notes,<\/span><\/em>
\n Et j’ai pris l’asymptote<\/span><\/em>
\n De ces ondes tu\u00e9es<\/span><\/em>
\n Par le fl\u00e9au des vents<\/span><\/em>
\n Cascadant sur l’ab\u00eeme,<\/span><\/em>
\n Dont les parois d’argent<\/span><\/em>
\n Refl\u00e9taient en la rime<\/span><\/em>
\n Le d\u00e9sir de l’archet.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

F\u00e9rocit\u00e9 des mots<\/span><\/em>
\n Fit \u00ab\u00a0licit\u00e9\u00a0\u00bb des \u00e2mes,<\/span><\/em>
\n Et Dame de l’imp\u00f4t,<\/span><\/em>
\n L’opacit\u00e9 se p\u00e2me<\/span><\/em>
\n En hymne de vertu<\/span><\/em>
\n Lorsque son chant s’\u00e9prend<\/span><\/em>
\n D’une ronde t\u00eatue.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

D\u00e8s lors je n’ai rien su,<\/span><\/em>
\n Pas m\u00eame offrir audience<\/span><\/em>
\n Aux cordes d’un violon,<\/span><\/em>
\n Qui me disaient la rue,<\/span><\/em>
\n Les boulevards immenses<\/span><\/em>
\n Des havres de passion.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

J’ai abhorr\u00e9 les unes<\/span><\/em>
\n En d\u00e9chiffrant l’agence<\/span><\/em>
\n grav\u00e9e dans les cambrures<\/span><\/em>
\n Des rang\u00e9es de lacunes,<\/span><\/em>
\n Au son de ces offenses<\/span><\/em>
\n Lign\u00e9es aux tablatures<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

J’ai enterr\u00e9 la note,<\/span><\/em>
\n Sous des plages min\u00e9es<\/span><\/em>
\n D\u00e9sert\u00e9 l’euphorie<\/span><\/em>
\n Des non-dits en pelote,<\/span><\/em>
\n Mis le point sur le I<\/span><\/em>
\n Au chant du mal-aim\u00e9.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Je me suis fait silence,<\/span><\/em>
\n Pour le prix d’un baiser<\/span><\/em>
\n Clos entre deux planchers,<\/span><\/em>
\n Engourdi d’une absence,<\/span><\/em>
\n Celle que j’\u00e9tourdis<\/span><\/em>
\n Pour un peu de musique,<\/span><\/em>
\n Celle au Nord, celle enfouie,<\/span><\/em>
\n Dans le ventre tragique<\/span><\/em>
\n D’une gamme \u00e0 crochet…<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

L’\u00e9cho \u00e9tait en blanc<\/span><\/em>
\n En Melody Nelson,<\/span><\/em>
\n Le r\u00eave agonisant<\/span><\/em>
\n En mal de Parkinson,<\/span><\/em>
\n Et \u00ab\u00a0moi-je\u00a0\u00bb sur le banc<\/span><\/em>
\n En wait que Baby Run.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Vois-tu comme fut bref<\/span><\/em>
\n Ce soupir, cet instant,<\/span><\/em>
\n Ritournelle d’\u00e9ther,<\/span><\/em>
\n Madison sans grief,<\/span><\/em>
\n Un woogie au tympan<\/span><\/em>
\n Tuant mon boogie d’hier…<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Aux perles d’oc\u00e9an<\/span><\/em>
\n qui glissent \u00e0 l’\u00e9querre<\/span><\/em>
\n Qui retourne \u00e0 l’essence,<\/span><\/em>
\n Et pointe au firmament<\/span><\/em>
\n Qu\u2019on voudrait d’or refaire,<\/span><\/em>
\n \u00c9cliss\u00e9s d’innocence.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

J’ai \u00e9court\u00e9 la nuit<\/span><\/em>
\n En attendant l’hiver,<\/span><\/em>
\n Obsidien univers<\/span><\/em>
\n Fredonnant sur un puits<\/span><\/em>
\n Creus\u00e9 dans tes prunelles,<\/span><\/em>
\n Aux sombres couturi\u00e8res,<\/span><\/em>
\n Un no man’s land rebelle<\/span><\/em>
\n Se saccade en arri\u00e8re<\/span><\/em>
\n M\u00e9tronom’ d\u00e9suet.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

J’ai mal de ces carences,<\/span><\/em>
\n Et fleure la port\u00e9e<\/span><\/em>
\n Des noires pour la science,<\/span><\/em>
\n Des blanches emport\u00e9es,<\/span><\/em>
\n Mon artifice en feu,<\/span><\/em>
\n Ma lys au petit jour,<\/span><\/em>
\n \u00c9coute-moi un peu<\/span><\/em>
\n Au refrain du d\u00e9tour<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Lunastrelle<\/a> & Tilou8897<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

(ao\u00fbt 2010)<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Pour un peu de sel bleu, Laisse-moi te conter Les l\u00e8vres enscell\u00e9es Par le d\u00e9go\u00fbt des ans, Le myocarde ancrant Ma gorge ensanglant\u00e9e, Je go\u00fbte encore l\u2019eau Qui souillent ces fontaines, Cueillant avec leurs faux Les roses bleues verveine De ma voix sans reflet. J\u2019ai pass\u00e9 tant d\u2019ann\u00e9es A reluquer les blanches, A ramasser les […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[3,4],"tags":[101,11],"class_list":["post-1423","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-melanges","category-poesies","tag-duos","tag-metres"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-mX","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1423","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1423"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1423\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1423"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1423"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1423"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}